Hill suddenly felt that his decision to send Lathander away had been a little hasty.
What was wrong with that damned Fate Tablet? Wasn't it making him do all the work Lathander's diligent followers should have been doing?
This set of divine artifacts was vital to spreading the Sun God's glory. After all, it included a resurrection potion.
A priest who was truly lawful good, armed with divine artifacts that didn't require a high level to use—that was how Amaunator had gained enough power from faith!
Surely Lathander knew whether the divine artifacts he had made himself could do the same thing? If people used someone else's artifacts, their faith would naturally go to Amaunator.
Besides, the cup held by the priest leading the ceremony was Amaunator's own sentient Holy Grail. It would guide the priests toward the true Sun God.
Most importantly, the laws never counted lies. Unless Lathander could successfully take Amaunator's place and make him disappear completely, the moment Amaunator returned, the laws would give him back everything that was his.
There were cases among the Toril Gods of one god successfully devouring another, but the victor had always been stronger. How had Lathander convinced himself that his dawnlight was stronger than the sun itself?
Still... it was hardly surprising that Lathander had lost his wits. If anything, the Lord of Dawn had held out remarkably well. It had taken years under the curses of the Goddess of Luck, the Goddess of Misfortune, and the Fate Tablet before his judgment finally failed him.
Hill folded his arms. He had no attention left for anything else and merely told Liszt to send the remaining items to the Purification Pool. Apart from some jewelry and minor curios, there was only ordinary silk and cotton cloth.
He had little interest